Bella Trump resumed her vigil on the thick trees separating her cabin from Miguel's.

She'd just updated Camilla of the progress of things and the latter can't keep her mouth shut.

"He kissed you?" She had yelled. "Bella this is not what we signed for!!!" Camilla screamed.

"Then what do I do?" Bella cried.

Camilla sighed, and gave her the advice and this is why she's here again!

Evening shadows darkened the woods, and though Bella had never been afraid of the night, she couldn't stop the prickle of anxiety working its way up her spine. 'Only if that cocky head spoilt heir let me do my job'

He hadn't...